Johnny texting at his first communion
When I met Johnny's mother, I told her I'd love to hear stories about him from when he was young.
"I don't remember any," she said.
"I'd love to see photos of him as a kid."
"I don't have any," she said.
That was pretty much our only conversation ever. Where could I go from there?
I've only seen a handful of pictures of him from before I knew him. I get a glimpse of the young Johnny when he's with his first wife—he dances and teases in a teenage way that harks to them meeting in the '50s as kids.
I know him now & that will have to be enough.
"I don't remember any," she said.
"I'd love to see photos of him as a kid."
"I don't have any," she said.
That was pretty much our only conversation ever. Where could I go from there?
I've only seen a handful of pictures of him from before I knew him. I get a glimpse of the young Johnny when he's with his first wife—he dances and teases in a teenage way that harks to them meeting in the '50s as kids.
I know him now & that will have to be enough.